FASHIONISTO BAMBINO
I’ll Wear Just About Anything …
That Looks Good On A Well-Attired Mannequin.
My Styling & Profiling Muses Have All Been Rather Stoic Looking Dudes Loitering In Finer Men’s Stores.
… Gender Non-Binary In The Under Carriage – Anatomically Wanting, Perhaps? – Plasticky Exoskeleton.
ROLL BACK, BOUNCE BACK
Like It’s 1979 …
“Yeah, I Know Aging Happens To Some Mortals. Being Old (Frame Of Mind) Is A Personal Choice, And Not My Problem. Acting And Dressing Like It, Also Not My Problem.”
Which Is Why Its Taken Only Four Decades For Me To Wear Another Turtleneck Sweater.
The First Was A Christmas Gift (Love, Mom). Grey, Ribbed Knit, And More Grey. The Current Beauty Was Also A Yuletide Present (Love, The Ragazzi). Creamy, Chunky Cable Knit, Dreamy.
IN THE INTERIM BETWEEN THEN AND NOW
There Was The Boy-To-Man Metamorphosis: An Unfinishable Task Without An Expiration Date … Eternity Can Take Awhile.
Who Can Possibly Forget The Pesky Marital Sitch?: A Strictly Enforced Prenuptial Agreement Legally Prohibiting Me From Wearing Turtlenecks Until It Wasn’t – Her Thing Dontcha Know, I Ditten – Meaning, Never Could There Be Two Turtlenecks Occupying The Same Celestial Space.
“Also, My Aversion To Beige, Which Is Therapy-Resistant. Yarn. Knitted Stuff.”
An Unwavering Commitment To Exposing Adams Apples For What They Really Are, And Never Again, Being Fooled By The Crying Game.
I’LL LIKELY NEVER
Knit My Own Turtleneck … Or, Wear One Cropped-Above-The-Midriff (Because Of The Creepy Ew Factor).
Under A Corduroy Blazer With Elbow Patches. Tweed, Yep. You Know I Would.
“Or, With Khaki Cargo Shorts From Old Navy. Lederhosen? Yes, Because Exceptions Happen At Oktoberfest.”
… At The Beach. If Its Frozen. And, There’s A Bonfire. Music. Dancing On The Sand. Marshmallows Flambe’ing Into Blackened Sugary Firebombs. And, Libations Quaffed From A Silver Flask Encased In Burgundy Pleather, Or A Faux Sheepskin Horn-Shaped Decanter … Once The Must-Have Accessory To Every Sherpa Guide, Nordic Cross-Country Trekker, And Guys Names Kent Or Curtis (Not Curt).
FIDDY SHADES OF OATMEAL
Rocking Beige Turtlenecks That Tickle The Bottoms Of Pretty Earlobes …
Has Never Been Easier.
When Oatmeal Hues Are Fused With Hints Of Straw, Linen And Biscuit.
… Like You’re Doing Taupe A Favor.
Photo by Kaboompics from Pexels
for a while I was into mock turtlenecks. recently I’ve been on the search for a zippered cardigan – I want to be just like Mr. Rogers!
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They’re fabulous. A work associate wore a vintage brown and tan one last week he’d salvaged from a thrift store. Timeless.
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I’ll have to check out some local thrift stores…
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Love turtlenecks for me in the cooler days and most definitely Winter. They’re awesome on men…can anybody say SexY 😁😂💃
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Who knew? Not me, evidently. 😳 I love turtlenecks again … now that I’ve been reunited with one … just as sexy on women 😎
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I like turtlenecks on a man too…
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Pitter patter…flutter 😉
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Turtlenecks on a man equal confidence and sexy…shhhhh…turtlenecks make my heart flutter lol 😊
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I think I’ll need to wear turtlenecks more often … at least once day 😎
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